The waste is going to strike back

Just as the staff scanned the scanner over the man's pupils, the scanner emitted an extremely sharp explosion.

The soldier who had stopped Xiahou Yunjie earlier walked towards the staff quickly and asked, "What's wrong?"

The staff member stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the soldier. The breathing light on the scanner flashed scarlet, which looked very ominous.

The soldier took a deep breath, then instantly pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed the black muzzle at the weak man who was almost out of breath.

“You’re infected!”

The soldiers' voices were not actually loud, but they were in an open area, so Xiahou Yunjie, Mu Xin and the others, who were at least 10 to 20 meters away, heard them.

"You... ahem, what are you talking about?"

The man seemed to not understand what Xiahou Yunjie said. He looked at the soldier in confusion, then waved to the staff with panic on their faces, "Come here and check my pulse. Why are you running so far?"

The staff shook their heads and hid behind the table, as if the weak man was a terrible beast.

The soldier's face was very solemn, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the gun were bulging. "The scanner that scanned your pupil just now issued a warning. You are very likely carrying the zombie virus."

Then he turned around and sternly told the soldiers he brought with him to find Lu Yufan and quickly close all the passages leading to the base.

After completing the order, he discovered that in addition to the man who was found to have the zombie virus, there were still a few people left. He then asked someone to take the remaining people to a relatively safe place.

Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui looked at each other, then let the soldiers protect themselves and Yan Shaohui as they slowly retreated to an iron platform used for patrol and guard duty. This way, if an accident occurred, the zombies would not be able to come up for a while, and there was still a possibility of being rescued.

Xiahou Yunjie and the people in the same car with him were taken to the iron platform directly opposite Yan Shaohui and the others.

"Things are getting more and more interesting." Yan Shaohui looked at the soldier's serious expression and the man's puzzled look, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Mu Xin didn't say anything. He looked at the man's pale face thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you doing!" Xiahou Yunjie was obviously annoyed. He looked at his men being pointed at by guns by the soldiers. He was filled with anger and his expression was not as calm as before.

"Have you ever encountered zombies before?" The soldier ignored Xiahou Yunjie, looked into the man's cloudy eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

The man nodded.

"So what about this wound of yours? Was it caused by the zombies?"

"We encountered a wave of zombies five days ago. When we were about to leave after killing all the zombies, a zombie that was still alive grabbed my arm. I dodged it, and then I was left with a wound. But this wound is very strange. It was obviously fine at first, but later there was a blue-black color around the wound that wouldn't go away." The man closed his eyes and answered with all his strength.

The soldier asked the soldier to bring a chair for the man to sit on, and then stood two meters away from the man to achieve a safe distance. The soldier hugged his chest and asked, "Then aren't you surprised why the wound is like this? Have you even thought that it was infected by the zombie virus?"

While the man was listening to the soldiers talking, the soldier injected him with a dose of sleeping drug from behind.